Skin split open, blood streamed out.
Yet I didn’t seem to feel the pain. I shoved his head down and smashed it hard against the doorframe.
My men held him down, forcing him to his knees in front of me.
He didn’t cry, just glared at me with fierce, stubborn eyes.
The man was indeed striking, his gaze sharp and steady.
He looked much like me back when I was still young and untested.
Even the fire burning in his eyes was the same as mine now.
But sadly, he didn’t understand that with only this bit of wildness, there was no way he could walk away unharmed.
I casually picked up the baseball bat leaning against the wall and swung it hard at his leg.
The crack of bone mixed with his screams, yet not a bit of pity rose in me. I enjoyed his pain, as if it were a song for my broken love.
Before the second hit could land, the door flew open. A cold wind rushed in, filled with anger.
The dark mouth of a gun aimed at me, and Athena’s voice cut through like ice.
“Waylon, let him go. I don’t want things between us to get uglier than they already are!”
With one hand, she held the gun; with the other, she pulled him close into her arms.
Her eyes softened, her voice turning gentle.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”